Hickey didn’t return my call. My mother wouldn’t give me anything. Paula wouldn’t give me anything on the record; she said she was only part of the investigating team and would get into deep shit if her bosses found out she was talking to me. Sometimes my job really sucked.And then the publisher called me. At home. He said he was sorry I wasn’t feeling well, but could I try to make it in that afternoon? He had something pressing he wanted to discuss with me. I couldn’t say no: My face looks like a truck ran over me, I haven’t done laundry in more than a week, and I have no clean underwear. I was stuck like a pig. Shit.I finally found a clean pair of slacks in the back of my closet, but when I pulled them on, they were so tight I was afraid they’d split. I remembered why they were in the back of the closet. I found a skirt, but it was in the same shape. Maybe I should try working out or something. Or maybe not. I usually just bought several items in several sizes, knowing I’d fit into them at one point or another.
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